kren
05-07-2007, 10:04 AM
oh wow.. haven't explored these cavernous depths in awhile.. enjoy.
Odyssey
In a midsummer afternoon,
her demons lay still for a moment.
Sitting on top of a green hill,
under a mighty and ancient evergreen,
the old soldier
takes her place in the dirt
to die.
The life is flowing from her chest.
She takes a cigarette from her coat pocket
- indifferent defiance –
reaches down to the molten core and
the blazing sunset on her tired face
evokes droplets of sweat that mix with the blood
pooling on the ground
and
she whispers to the wind,
“I tasted Magic once.”
Her demons are in the sky,
dancing with the angels
in a marriage of heaven and hell,
as the fusion of violet and vermilion
gives birth to starfall.
The wind plays with her hair
, like an older brother,
and carries her off
, like a caring father,
to an island
and asks her to
“see the magic.”
The head of merfolk
pop out of the aquatic depths
and ask her to
“stay awhile.”
But the wind carries her off
to a swamp
and asks her to
“smell the magic.”
And the little imps
maneuver out from hiding
and ask her to
“stay awhile.”
But the wind carries her off
to a withering forest
and asks her to
“hear the magic.”
And the playful elves
skip from their peculiar cottages
and ask her to
“ stay awhile.”
A roar from the deep
is clogged by
tar.
She screams out but the
smoldering cigarette burns a hole
in her soul.
And the blood, and sweat,
and ash
dissolve to
dull the senses
- and white noise –
starlight
floods her vision from the
horizon under
the mighty and ancient evergreen.
And the wind has eloped,
and the merfolk have gone under,
and the imps have sauntered away,
and the elves have gone to sleep,
tired of dancing with knives
on the ground,
zigzagging between toes that
she can no longer recognize
as her own.
In the distance
she can see Jesus
on a Donkey
making his way uphill,
and Odin on an Eagle
and Thor riding Lightning.
Isis and Osiris
On camelback.
And Old Gods.
And New Gods.
Gods of highway and television.
Snake Gods and Computer Gods.
and…
a rocket impregnating the velvet sky,
as it plunges into aerial depths.
They look over Their shoulders,
and chase after them,
and she,
she whispers,
“I tasted Magic once.”
---fin---
Odyssey
In a midsummer afternoon,
her demons lay still for a moment.
Sitting on top of a green hill,
under a mighty and ancient evergreen,
the old soldier
takes her place in the dirt
to die.
The life is flowing from her chest.
She takes a cigarette from her coat pocket
- indifferent defiance –
reaches down to the molten core and
the blazing sunset on her tired face
evokes droplets of sweat that mix with the blood
pooling on the ground
and
she whispers to the wind,
“I tasted Magic once.”
Her demons are in the sky,
dancing with the angels
in a marriage of heaven and hell,
as the fusion of violet and vermilion
gives birth to starfall.
The wind plays with her hair
, like an older brother,
and carries her off
, like a caring father,
to an island
and asks her to
“see the magic.”
The head of merfolk
pop out of the aquatic depths
and ask her to
“stay awhile.”
But the wind carries her off
to a swamp
and asks her to
“smell the magic.”
And the little imps
maneuver out from hiding
and ask her to
“stay awhile.”
But the wind carries her off
to a withering forest
and asks her to
“hear the magic.”
And the playful elves
skip from their peculiar cottages
and ask her to
“ stay awhile.”
A roar from the deep
is clogged by
tar.
She screams out but the
smoldering cigarette burns a hole
in her soul.
And the blood, and sweat,
and ash
dissolve to
dull the senses
- and white noise –
starlight
floods her vision from the
horizon under
the mighty and ancient evergreen.
And the wind has eloped,
and the merfolk have gone under,
and the imps have sauntered away,
and the elves have gone to sleep,
tired of dancing with knives
on the ground,
zigzagging between toes that
she can no longer recognize
as her own.
In the distance
she can see Jesus
on a Donkey
making his way uphill,
and Odin on an Eagle
and Thor riding Lightning.
Isis and Osiris
On camelback.
And Old Gods.
And New Gods.
Gods of highway and television.
Snake Gods and Computer Gods.
and…
a rocket impregnating the velvet sky,
as it plunges into aerial depths.
They look over Their shoulders,
and chase after them,
and she,
she whispers,
“I tasted Magic once.”
---fin---